Even If People Censure Me,

I Don't Choose What I Compose. It Chooses Me.

I Beg Of You... Never Assume An Inner Or An Outer Pose, Never A Disguise.

With The Coming Of Spring, I Am Calm Again.

The Impressions Of The Spriritual Experiences Gave My Future Life Its Form And Content.

Fortunately, Something Always Remains To Be Harvested. So Let Us Not Be Idle.